Lei chinò il capo per ascoltarlo. Jim notò che in qualunque ombra sedessero, c’era sempre una luce che cercava la pelle pallida e liscia della fronte di lei, la curva delle sue guance. Luce, c’era sempre luce per i suoi occhi.

-Winston Graham

Select a background
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image

More quotes by Winston Graham